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Crys and Confessions
by David Crow

I come before you dirty
Lord, I'm so unclean
So take my proud heart
And break it into nothing
I come to you so tired
Lord I feel so weak
So take your refreshing spirit
And pour it over me
Take my life and make it what you will
I want to feel your presence
And to know that You are real

Jesus, you're my king
Jesus, I cling to thee
Jesus, be my everything

I'm so hungry Lord, my spirit's empty
So take your Word, the Bread of Life and feed me
Oh, I feel so lost I need to see your face
So I close my eyes, open my arms, run into the warmth of your grace.

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